It's a pity that the plague god miscalculated Shi Chen's bearing capacity. Shi Chen was not like ordinary Primordial Realm monks, and his true strength could compete with the Middle-God Realm cultivators.

The Qingyu Sword skillfully removed a small part of its strength, and although Shi Chen had taken most of the damage, he could still stand up. Xiaoyu was left, and it was not so terrifying to be relieved by Qingyu Sword and Shi Chen, and the force was on himself.

This time, it really rolled up countless dense forest plants and trees, and finally stayed in one place in the dense forest.

Shi Chen struggled to his feet, staggered to his feet, and struggled to support his body with the Qingyu Sword. Take out a few Hui Yuan Dan and stuff them with Xiaoyu.

"Master, are you okay?" Xiao Yu checked his body and felt that there was nothing too unusual except for some internal injuries, and then looked at the seriously injured master.

"It's fine. Shi Chen replied. While recovering his spiritual power, he looked at himself who was still alive in disbelief, why didn't the plague god kill him just now? The two of them had a vendetta against killing women.

It is estimated that the plague god wanted to spare his life, and then slowly tortured, and finally called himself worse than dead...... Thinking that the plague god actually had such a quirk, Shi Chen couldn't help but snort.

The light rain eased slightly, threw the bloody master on his back, and then set off again. It's just that because of the injury, I can't fly a little anymore, and the speed is extremely slow.

Shi Chen looked at Xiao Yu, who could no longer continue to fly with him, and shouted weakly: "Forget it, Xiao Yu, you leave me, his goal is me." As long as I'm here, he won't have time to take care of him, so you can leave quickly......"

"This is not good, even if you use up the last spiritual power, you have to fly until the last moment. Xiaoyu insisted, the dragon's body that had been injured internally had begun to crumble, and it was a little unstable in mid-air......

"Okay......" Shi Chen said helplessly, hating himself for having no choice, and now he is like a cow or sheep to be slaughtered.

In the distance, the plague god looked at the ancient thunder dragon and Shi Chen Xiao'er who still insisted on escaping in mid-air, and his eyes were a little contemptuous. Now, the two of them can only wait for themselves to be captured alive.

Let these two people fly in front of him for a while, the plague god no longer wasted time, took out the rope from the true spirit world, slowly followed, and tied the two back to the plague temple first.

As soon as he walked two steps, a gust of rain drifted in the distance, and the sky was covered with thunderclouds, which covered this piece under black pressure.

The rain fell on Shi Chen to Xiaoyu one after another, Shi Chen and Xiaoyu only felt comfortable for a while, this rain, I am most familiar with, is Runyu.

At this moment, the two of them no longer have the spiritual power to perform the rain ceremony, so where does this rain come from? Shi Chen couldn't figure it out. But at this moment, as the injury improved a little, Xiaoyu fled quickly with herself, and simply didn't care how this Runyu came from.

Similarly, the rain also fell on the plague god Saji, but it was not the rain that Sayu endured.

I only felt that my body was under tremendous pressure, my skin was slightly corroded, and the pores on my body also appeared with ice flowers. This is the rain ceremony of the rain temple three styles!

Sa Yu looked at Shi Chen'er and the Rain Thunder Dragon, who had already fled away, and was extremely angry. But at this moment, he was bound by the rain code again, and the rain code of this level was completely different from what Shi Chen had shown before.

Shi Chen's was like cotton, and he was unconscious when he smashed it on his body. Now the rain ceremony that is at the same level as himself is really holding him back.

Sa Yi raised his head and looked at the rain curtain, and said hatefully: "Luo Qianhui, why are you stopping me? Don't you know that I have a deep hatred for this son?"

With Sa Yu's words, a dark shadow slowly fell from the rain curtain. It was not a stunning face, a black robe was on his body, and a sense of justice filled his body.

This woman is the sect master of the Rain God Temple who welcomed the return of the fortune teller at the beginning, and the fortune teller's junior sister Luo Qianhui came on a deep-water dragon Jiao that was slightly smaller than the body of the ancient thunder dragon.

Not far in front of the plague god, Luo Qianhui looked at the plague god Sa Quan coldly, and said indifferently: "Sa Que, you can't kill this person." ”

"Why!" Sa said angrily, staring at Luo Qianhui in front of him coldly. Obviously, he can avenge his daughter, obviously that Shichen Xiao'er is in front of him, but he is hateful to be stopped by Luo Qianhui!

"Because he is the chosen one, the son of Emperor Ren back then, the disciple of the rain god Luo Ziku, and the monk who can reverse the future of the god realm in the future!" Luo Qianhui said.

"Shit!" Sa said violently.

"What a chosen one, even if he is the son of Shuntian, even if he is the disciple of Luoziku, so what! My daughter's life has to be repaid by him, why kill my daughter! Luo Qianhui, get out of the way for me, otherwise, Hugh blames the old man for being ruthless!" Sa said angrily, he only missed his daughter in his eyes, only hatred for Shichen Xiao'er, and nothing else had anything to do with him!

"I can't get out of the way, Sa Yu, your daughter is used to being arrogant and domineering on weekdays. Over the years, how many innocent monks have been harmed in the divine realm, and at this moment they can be regarded as retribution, so it is better to mourn!" Luo Qianhui said again, showing no mercy to Sa Hui.

"Ah...... Bullshit retribution, bullshit festival mourning...... Get out of the way of the old man!" the plague god was furious, stretched out his palm, and took the poisonous fork from behind his back.

The eyes are hideous, I'm afraid this matter will be difficult to get better. The poisonous gas on his body became sharper and sharper, and the acid rain fell on an old poison, which had no effect. In terms of poison, no one in the divine realm can compare to Sa Yuan, and this little acid rain was easily dissolved by himself.

Protect yourself with poisonous gas, and rush to Luo Qianhui in the face of showers and ice rain, vowing to avenge her daughter, God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha!

Seeing this, Luo Qianhui was still stubborn, and simply didn't continue to reason with him. He drew a swarthy sword and pointed it at the attacking Sa Tsu. The rain fell on the black rain sword drop by drop, and the sword body began to emit obsidian sword light, which was murderous.

In the next moment, the power of the two sect masters of the peak cultivation of the Little Perfection Divine Realm bombarded together.

"Bell ......"

A huge sound shook the sky, turning the entire thundercloud upside down. A burst of thunderclouds gathered shortly after, and then they were shaken apart by the bombardment of the two, briefly revealing the original color of the sky.

The next moment, the thunderclouds gathered together again in black pressure, covering the land again.

One is a body of poison, and the other is a body of rain arts. The fight between the two has just begun. With the collision of the first round, the second round, the third round......

The earth-shattering showdown kicked off. The poison fork and the rain sword are constantly fighting in this piece of heaven and earth,-for-tat against Mai Mang, and they are not equal. Both men began to use all their strength, and the battle began to get scorching.